No wonder! ( my nxt in line speech)

We tell them we care for them yet we hurt them. We tell them we love them yet we hurt them no wonder why people are afraid when they are told they are loved.

I for one, I'm afraid to love! that's a fact and forever be a fact that's embedded in my heart. I don't want to cry for the wrong reason and the wrong person one day. I don"t want to be like then stammering for that stupid thing. I'm afraid to be Hurt. I'm afraid to fail. Until in an unexpected place, time and unexpected person changed my life. He taught me to laugh, to cry, to be strong. He simply taught me life long lesson I don't ever want to learn and I will never ever forget-- to Love! Everything since then was so perfect. I could say I experience to be happy. Until I forgot... I forgot that happiness in his life means without me... without me, but with God. I forgot that he wasn't meant to stay forever, not forever. After a long time a got a chance to meet him again, He smiled at me and I did the same, he asked if I'm okay I smiled and nodded then words instantly came out of my mind. . . .I miss the laughter and the tears, the ups and downs we'ved faced, the places we'ved gone, the people we changed, the songs we used to sang together, I miss his voice, I miss him, I miss us. I hugged him tight and tears fell from my eyes. God, that's how I still love him and then. . . and then I woke up!!!

after the Holy spirit mass, sa burgoz gym!!!

Please Listen to what I am not saying.

Dont be fooled by me. Dont be fooled by the mask i wear for I wear a mask a thousand mask and none of then is me.

Pretending is an act to imitate to make false of ourselves because of some factors one of which is to please others, we want them to feel mthat were secure that all is sunny and unruffled within as well as without. That confidence is the name and coolness is the name.

But behind dwells the real me in confusion fear and aloneness. But I hide this that's why I create a mask to sheild from the glance that knows, glance that's precisely my salvation. I am afraid that this glance will not be followed by acceptance and love. I am afraid that you'll think less of me that you'll laugh and ypure laugh will kill me. That deep down I'm nothing. I know its the only thing that will asure me of what I cannot assure myself that I'm really worth something. So, I play this desperate pretending game, with a fascade assurance of without and a trembling child within. I tell you everything that's really nothing, and nothing of what's everything, of what's crying within me.